[Slytherin's wand·gold
This was the wand Salazar Slytherin had used the longest. The body of the staff is made of snake wood, and the horn of a basilisk is the core. People of the Gaunt family who have the talent of "Parseltongue" can communicate with it to a certain level.
Additional skill: Transform into a snake (relying on the magic power accumulated over hundreds of years of transforming into a snake tree, it can greatly improve the user's overall ability according to the user's current ability.)
Note: Only the descendants of snakes can transform into snakes. 】
This is what Luke relies on. But the system's introduction to this wand is just like the clues it gives about each task. Vague and without reference value.
Substantially, what counts as substantial?
It's not like Luke has never used this skill before. He can feel the power of it, but he doesn't know how to measure it.
A normal adult wizard? Or is he an injured Voldemort, or is he stronger?
Luke needed confirmation.
He walked forward for less than two hundred meters when he felt something fall on his shoulder.
He turned his head and took a look, and saw a dark green Bowtruckle sitting on his shoulder, paying no attention to the dark and evil aura on his body.
After noticing that he was looking over, the Bowtruckle waved naturally and said hello to him.
"Where is he?"
Luke asked in a hoarse voice.
Bowtruckle didn't say much, and pointed to his left front. So Luke walked over there.
The Forbidden Forest is very large. At night, the Forbidden Forest appears even deeper due to the narrowing of the field of vision. Owls hoot from time to time in the forest.
Luke knew that this was not a school-like owl delivering letters. These owls live in the Forbidden Forest and are unwilling to become working eagles delivering messages to humans.
But as we went deeper, the forest became quiet.
The chirping of insects disappeared, and even the moonlight was blocked by the lush canopy. Only scattered moonlight penetrated the leaves and poked messily on the ground.
Luke knew that this was already the territory of the Acromantula. He couldn't help but become a little nervous, but his mind became calmer.
At this moment, Bowtruckle patted his snake-faced mask, pointed forward again, and then jumped off his shoulder.
Luke watched as the little guy climbed up a tree and disappeared completely.
"Why are you staying here...Does he have a need for the Acromantula?"
Luke felt surprised. It stands to reason that not only does the Acromantula have less magic power than a unicorn, but it is also more dangerous to hunt than a unicorn.
His danger rating is high because he is more aggressive and is a social animal.
This is also why they are harder to hunt. If they cannot be prevented from transmitting the message, then the hunters will have to face an entire group of Acromantulas.
Especially the Acromantula group in the Forbidden Forest is ridiculously large... I can only say that Hagrid takes good care of them!
But no matter what, now that he's here, Luke always wants to go up and have a look.
Walking towards the location indicated by the Bowtruckle before, Luke walked over slowly and unhurriedly.
"Plus a little Acromantula flesh and blood!"
Crazy voices sounded in Quirrell's mind, making his head hurt.
"No, you can't add more, Master. It has reached the upper limit of safe dosage." Quirrell's voice even had a cry.
"Shut up! You understand or I understand! Add!"
"This can strengthen your weak body! Damn it! If it weren't for your body being too weak! How could I know how to drive... and be attacked by that damn ghost!"
Voldemort's fierce roar really made Quirrell feel broken from body to heart and from the inside out.
After the class, you said that I was your most loyal subordinate, but now you have been educated by a ghost, and you complained that my health was not good, which restricted your performance...
And it was you who attacked Peeves!
Although Quirrell kept complaining in his heart, his trembling hand still threw the freshly cut piece of fresh Acromantula flesh into the crucible.
Having said that, he really couldn't figure out why he had to boil the medicine here. Will the effects of the medicine dissipate if I take it back? !
If a few more Acromantulas come again, his weak body will not be able to withstand the abuse again!
"What do you know!" Voldemort sneered, "This potion can only be taken and used immediately. This is the potion formula that Severus dedicated to me back then!"
"It would be better if you drink the unicorn's blood after using it, but the matter is urgent now, so we can only make do. In a few days, we will go to the Forbidden Forest to look for the unicorn's whereabouts."
After the hysteria, Voldemort seemed to gradually regain his senses.
"Quilinas, believe me, I am absolutely right, and I will definitely lead you to victory."
What Voldemort said sounded good. If it hadn't been for the previous roar, it would probably have been 10% better.
But now Quirrell can't spit it out, and he can't let it happen in his heart.
"Ah, yes, yes!"
With a simple response, Quirrell ignored Voldemort. Instead, he concentrated on stirring the crucible, praying that the potion of medicine could be brewed quickly.
Although everyone knows that this thing is definitely a tiger and wolf medicine. But Quirrell also knew one thing. The moment he was entangled by Voldemort, he had no way out.
Either inform Dumbledore and die together with Voldemort; or help Voldemort complete his resurrection, or fail to start a business and die in the middle.
There is no other choice. Although the latter is nonsense, at least it is not inevitable. Thinking about it this way, he really had no choice.
If possible, he really hopes to get a time turner and then give himself a killing curse when he wants to go to Albania.
It would be better to die in one's own hands than to be tortured like this now.
Of course, he was just talking. If he really had that kind of courage, he wouldn't still be tortured now.
The medicine in the crucible gradually turned light green, and a pungent medicinal smell emerged. Quirrell quickly added a magic to isolate the smell. Lest others notice their whereabouts.
And just as he was concentrating on brewing the medicine, Voldemort's voice suddenly came to his mind.
"Stop stirring it! Drink it quickly! Someone is coming, and the target is us!"
Voldemort's words startled Quirrell, and he immediately raised his head and looked around. Then they spotted the figure not far away who was slowly walking towards them.
I couldn't see the face clearly from a distance, I could only see the eyes with a faint yellow light. There is also the dark aura that can be felt even from a distance.
The one who comes is not good.
Quirrell made his judgment easily, and then picked up the crucible without hesitation. Thanks to the dragonhide gloves, his hands didn't get burned.
After taking one look at the hot potion, he hesitated and drank it directly.
